All in Narratives
In the beginning of time there were three gods.
The Goddess of Darkness was the oldest and wisest, her hair was so dark and long it seemed as if it never ended. Her skin was pale but she had the soft glow of the moon inside of her...
I'm able to look at the world with clear hindsight, 20, 20 vision, able to dissect and understand. Yet whenever I tried to look within, it was almost through a rose-coloured glass, stained by my emotions. So I shut my eyes.
Everyone follows along the same worn path. The road less traveled... I used to wonder where
this road was that Frost talked about. I pondered this because I wanted to go to this road myself.
Bridget "Vixen" La Roux was an outcast. "A nerd with no destination, no future." People would say. She is hated by her abusive step-father for being another man's child from her mom's "rouge days" - her real father, and mother's mate went missing when she was younger, and later announced dead - and is only loved by her mom, and her wolf.
We're slipping off the world that we all knew. We're whispering adieu. Poison seeps out of my tongue, curls around you like a python. The emerald of my eyes. All this injustice but I'm breathing. You can't see it but inside my heart is pulsing.